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The sun had begun to set over Stella, casting the sprawling metropolis in a dancing golden light along the high stone towers and bustling streets. The air was filled to overflowing with the intermingled scents of wildflowers and sun-warmed cobblestones, interwoven with the pungent earthy tang of beasts that riders had tethered by their side. Ulyssia and Jasper strolled through the heart of the city side by side, their steps soft but deliberate.
Ulyssia wore her an elaborately embroidered dark-silver bra-like piece for a top that was tied at the sides with thin laces: most of her shoulders were left bare. A flowing black skirt, slit high to allow freedom of movement, showed her legs. Around her chest and wrists, with protective enchantments, jewelry made of gold and obsidian had been draped over her. The spear Soul Bringer, rested across her back. Jasper padded silently beside her, his enormous wolf form drawing uneasy glances from civilians.
As they neared the temple, a brooding white-stone-and-quartz-spires building that glittered, a commotion churned ahead. A crowd had gathered, their mutterings forming into a hub of fear and confusion. Some pointed towards the sky, while others were either whispering or staring, paralyzed. Ulyssia followed their gestures to the top of the temple tower. A woman stood there, her form outlined in a ominous green light. Her hair whipped around her face as she laughed, the sound sharp and cruel. Her voice boomed across the plaza below.
"Your souls will be mine!" she thundered, her hands weaving intricate patterns in the air. Energy radiated from her fingers, spiraling into glyphs that pulsed with evil intent. "You cannot stop what has already begun!" Ulyssia's breast constricted in the face of the moment's weight settling onto her. She turned a glance to Jasper and her piercing eyes went wide. All around her, the crowd was leveling on the verge of panic: mothers clutched their children, warriors shifted uncomfortably, and merchants abandoned their stalls.
"We have to stop her," Ulyssia said, voice firm beneath the emotions inside her. Jasper growled low and rumbling in agreement, his blue eyes locked upward on the tower. Ulyssia stepped forward, turning to face the crowd. Her heart beat heavily, each pulse a reminder of her deep-rooted shyness, but she pressed on.
"Does anyone want to help?" she called, her voice carrying but touched with hesitation. The crowd hushed for a moment, startled by her quiet boldness. Ulyssia held her breath as her emerald eyes scanned their faces. Uneasy as she was, she stood tall and strong, exuding a strength born of necessity.
The pause grew thin, and she clutched the Soul Bringer tight, readying herself for whatever answer, or silence, was about to come.
credit to nat of adoxography.
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